"Say, Claude, it's Friday night. What do you want to do?" "I don't know Henri, I'm bored." "Hey, how about we protest the bourgeois system and our teenage angst by throwing rocks at the Peace art exhibit?" "Great! Let's go!"

Looking down the Champs-Elyssees. It does have a slight uphill to it, and I can't believe that narrow bit of gutter between the cobbles and the sidewalk is what many riders in the Tour de France ride on for an advantage. Friggin nuts, especially at 30 miles an hour on a bike.